Translation:Let Us Proclaim VictoryTo The Most Powerful Son Of The WindO Mighty Son Of Keshari,Son Of Maruti, You Served The LordCome Let Us Worship The Son Of The WindYour Form Remains Embedded In Our MindsWe Come To Your Door In WorshipSeeking Your Protective Shelter ,Morning And EveningWhoever Meditates On Your Name, O Remover Of Distress.No Difficulty Shall Ever Come Their WayLet Us Sing Of Your Greatness Day And Night.

O mind, remember Rama, the Lord of compassion, who will
eradicate even the most terrible dread of life; his eyes are like newly-blown
lutuses set in his lotus-face; lotus-like are his hands and like ruddy lotuses
his feet.

With utmost humility I do obeisance to Sita's consort,
Ramacandra, whose boundless beauty excels that of myriads of Cupids (taken
together). He is as winsome as the rain-laden clouds. The yellow attire on his
body, beautifully and sanctified, looks as charming as the flashes of lighting.

Meditate on Rama, the delight of the house of of Raghu, root
of all bliss, soothing as the moon to the Kosalas, Dasaratha's son,
compassionate to the destitute, the scion of the solar race and the extirpator
of the demons and diabolical daityas (giants).

He has a (resplendent) crown on his head, a pair of pendants
in his ears, a lovely caste-mark on his forehead and ornaments on his lustrous
body. The arms that reach the knees are holding the bow and arrows of the
conqueror of Khara and Dusana (two of demonic adversaries).Tulsidas says this: Ram, the enticer of Shiv, Shesh
(Sheshnag), and saints, reside in my lotus-like-heart and destroy the evils
generated by desire